Chosen

Chapter 30, Making Friends

Chapter 30

I remembered seeing Hunter, but did I feel like I was floating quite fast across something.  Was he still here and what the hell was Steve doing here! 

My side now ached, presuming the good old morphine had worn off now; I was at Peatry’s house now, wasn’t I; this could be fun.  Opening my eyes, I was surprised to see I was actually in a car. 

Staring out the window, I saw passing farmland filled with spotted cows; wait why were cows spotty?  Looking closer, I saw they were actually dairy cows happily enjoying their now green grass in the country. 

Turning my head to look in the car, I jumped slightly seeing a happier looking Peatry in the driver’s seat, holding a coffee; he must have stopped to buy somewhere.

He looked over at the moment, I moved or better yet flinched in my seat, ‘ah good to see you’re finally awake; did you have a good sleep’?

My eyes were bulging out my socket, what the hell was I doing in a car; ‘why are we in a car’!

Peatry smiled, going back to watch the road, ‘remember that drive I spoke about; well we’re going on a trip to my beach house in Hervey Bay, I hope you don’t mind’.

Settling back down, I was still a little confused how this had all happened but snuggled back into the nice woollen blanket Peatry must have put over me whilst I slept.

Making a small grunt, I looked around, recognising the car as a Toyota Prado, its flash and clean interior was filled, in the back with bags of presumably the clothes Peatry was taking on this holiday with him.

‘By the way, I never properly introduced myself; my name’s Liam Peatry, which I presume you already guessed since you stalked me to my house.  I used to work at Advertise Anything as a doctor before I saw the light and chose to retire to a small local hospital’.

To me, this guy was just as morally wrong as anyone who still worked at that hell hole but he seemed different in a way as if he regretted it.  ‘I’m Beck Maunders, student of pharmacy and resident of no money; back home my house has probably being condemned because I haven’t paid rent for the umpteen dozen time’.

Peatry barely said anything to my little introduction, still focused on the road; I had to continue the conversation as if I actually wanted to talk to him.

‘Why have you decided to help me, what did that monkey Steve say to you’?

Peatry chuckled, obviously remembering what Steve had said or just reacting to my comment, who knew.

‘Your friend Steve let me in on some information, regarding your case; I believe a miracle has happened that I didn’t see possible at that place’.

This guy was talking gibberish in his own little ways.  

‘Everything you just said went in one ear and out the other, so unless you’re actually going to tell me, don’t beat around the bush’.

Peatry sighed, as we passed a sign signalling we were still a few hours from our destination.  ‘How about I put on some music, what do you like to listen to Beck’?

Shaking my head in disagreement, I think Peatry got the message, as we drove for the next few minutes in silence.  Looking out the window, I watched as the paddocks passed, empty but full of life at the same time.  Each paddock was full with ready to harvest oats, showing a crisp yellow stalk signalling their maturity. 

The fences were all made with the usual rustic metal posts and barbed wire, hardly stock proof but luxury to farmers around here.  We passed many trees overhead as the paddocks weaved around the road; some barely cared for overrun with tussock weed.